Bitcoin doesn’t feel risky to me, but staking your retirement on a coin spun from thin air does.

My fear isn’t just for those bets gone wrong, but for a future where Bitcoin’s credibility is used as camouflage for fraud.

When everything gets normalized under its banner, the rug pulls will multiply, and the saddest part is, most won’t see them coming.

I can’t control that future, only myself.

My attention is my most expensive asset, and I won’t lend it to someone who treats it like pocket change.

I trust your judgment, but trust is a scarce currency.

In a world ripe with scams, I search for what’s genuine, but when deception saturates the air, even authenticity can lose its appeal.

In a world fueled by hype, I test for real world impact, yet hype has a way of dulling every sense.

In a world increasingly disconnected, I still hope for unity and fair competition, even if both feel like endangered species.